The completely unfiltered diary of a 23-year-old (week 37)
Had my graduation ceremony this week. It was nice, mostly to have a reason to take pictures with mom and dad, and go out.
Also saw my course mates, which was actually quite nice. We’re not that close, but they are good, hardworking, honest people, and I think I’ll put in just a little more effort to hang out with them once in a while. Would be nice to meet maybe once every few months. A few times a year, maybe.
I finally matched with a few more people in the dating app, but honestly, I have zero inclination to talk to them. Feels like a chore. Maybe I really am old-fashioned, and have to meet people in person.
I’m so screwed. Gonna be a cat lady at this rate.
Or a strong independent woman. Would be cool.
Or a strong independent cat woman.
Fun.
I can’t picture my future, and the uncertainty is … Well, I know no matter what, I’ll probably be fine (unless war breaks out, then we’re all screwed.) I just still don’t know what I want to do. Or don’t have the balls to do what I think I want to do.
Also, I realized extra line spaces don’t appear when you publish on Medium, so I’m gonna start adding spaces as an invisible placeholder.
Side gig work has been piling up a little — gonna have to tackle it soon. Just haven’t had the discipline to sit my ass down and do it.
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I’m exhausted, and I barely did anything today. Maybe read like ten pages of stuff the entire day for work, and now I really just want to knock out even though it’s only 8pm. I think not doing anything the whole day is draining in its own way — sounds like I’m an overprivileged whiny lil shit.
Alright. Gotta tackle that side hustle stuff.
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A bunch of social invitations suddenly cropped up all at once. These next two weeks are gonna be packed — or well, at least, more eventful than usual.
I’m pretty excited for that! And it’s with people I’m long overdue to meet. Looking forward to catching up with them.
Catching a movie with Lyza tomorrow too. And I realized Nomadland is showing (though we’re not watching that). Frances McDormand is pretty cool — at least based on what I’ve seen in Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. Perfect example of a cool woman.
I finished editing the story with medical BSDM elements. It was…interesting. Did not know fake surgeries are apparently a thing in this niche (and I’m still not sure. Light Googling hasn’t helped, especially since I’m avoiding the porn sites). To be fair, I didn’t even know medical BDSM even existed. Truly interesting, and slightly terrifying. To each their own indeed.
The Shins are a really good band.
I was just about to post this, then saw the caption of the previous entry. “Turns out — and my friends have confirmed this — dating apps don’t work if you just swipe left on everyone.”
Well, I’m happy to announce I did swipe right on some people. And even made the effort to talk to reply one of them once. And that’s it. I have zero inclination to talk to them further.
Maybe I really just need to meet people in real life.
Oh well, one step at a time. Swiping on some is better than swiping on none.
Or maybe not. Maybe I should just delete the app, i.e. continue swiping on none.
xo,
Amber
